I don't know about the rest of civilization but when I dine out I invariably drop something on my "chest." It doesn't even make it to my lap; it just drops on the "chest"! This has enriched the dry cleaners in my town, even if they only charge $2.00 for a jacket, so I lamented to Love Bunny and he suggested that I needed to make a bib. The conversation went something like this:
Me: "I'm tired of getting food blobs on my jackets and shirts when dining out. I'm tired of olive oil from the salad dripping on my chest." (I do have to admit here that I take extra caution in eating because I have a very small mouth and restaurants invariably DO NOT cut the salad greens small.)
LB: "Maybe you could make a nice bib."
Me: "Sounds like a good idea."
LB: "Why don't you make one out of some white fabric."
Me, giving him a look of incredulity: "Huh?!?! White?!?!"
LB: "Oh, or you could do it in pink." (Has the man not been married to me for 48 years and has he been in a stupor for 48 years?!?! DUH!!!)
Okay, so I'm in the middle of making a very, very special "something" right now and it's taking me a lot of time and thought (this last part is not easy, ya know) and I drop everything and cut out a little rectangle of a quilted roses fabric and sew on some scrap of lace around the neck and then 2 ribbon ties. Voilà, my new restaurant BIB! You can now call me "The shabby chic diner"! Olive Garden, here I come........
Me: "I'm tired of getting food blobs on my jackets and shirts when dining out. I'm tired of olive oil from the salad dripping on my chest." (I do have to admit here that I take extra caution in eating because I have a very small mouth and restaurants invariably DO NOT cut the salad greens small.)
LB: "Maybe you could make a nice bib."
Me: "Sounds like a good idea."
LB: "Why don't you make one out of some white fabric."
Me, giving him a look of incredulity: "Huh?!?! White?!?!"
LB: "Oh, or you could do it in pink." (Has the man not been married to me for 48 years and has he been in a stupor for 48 years?!?! DUH!!!)
Okay, so I'm in the middle of making a very, very special "something" right now and it's taking me a lot of time and thought (this last part is not easy, ya know) and I drop everything and cut out a little rectangle of a quilted roses fabric and sew on some scrap of lace around the neck and then 2 ribbon ties. Voilà, my new restaurant BIB! You can now call me "The shabby chic diner"! Olive Garden, here I come........
~*~Random Thought
I was reading a mystery book the other day and the relatives and friends of the "person of interest" kept saying that he couldn't have done it because he was an artist, a gentle soul and just couldn't have done something bad. Why do we always think an artist or gentle soul can't do something bad? I know manly men who are gentle souls and have never done anything "bad." Anyone and I mean anyone under certain circumstances can absolutely do something evil or bad. And, by the way, he was guilty.
